Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

Faced with the death threat of a powerful cultivator at the Mahayana stage.

Lin Mo didn't panic at all; instead, he leisurely grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds from his storage space.

"Click".

He skillfully cracked open a sunflower seed and casually spat the shell onto the ground.

"You? A half-buried old weed?"

Lin Mo ate sunflower seeds while pointing to the sky.

"It's not that I look down on you, but with your skills, you couldn't even hurt a hair on my sect's protective puppet."

Granny Ming Gu was so angry that she laughed instead.

She glanced at the five thousand lifeless black-armored soldiers outside the square, her eyes filled with disdain.

"You dare to show off a mere pile of scrap metal?"

She raised her withered hand, a ball of eerie green, highly poisonous true energy condensing in her palm, ready to slap the arrogant ant below to death.

Just then, the Thousand-Faced Scholar standing at the right bow of the warship suddenly frowned.

He slammed his folding fan shut and stared intently at Lin Mo and the other two below with a look of surprise and uncertainty.

Something's not right!

The Thousand-Faced Scholar stepped forward and stopped Granny Ming Gu, who was about to make a move.

"Ming Gu, don't make a move yet!"

"What? Thousand Faces, you're afraid of even a Foundation Establishment stage ant?"

Granny Minggu snorted coldly in displeasure, the poison ball in her hand sizzling.

"Are you blind?!"

The Thousand-Faced Scholar spoke solemnly, then clasped his two fingers together and abruptly wiped his eyes.

A strange purple light burst forth from his pupils.

"Eye of Insight, open!"

As the purple light swept across the plaza below, the Thousand-Faced Scholar's face turned deathly pale, and his voice even trembled slightly.

"That kid and the Nine Nether Demoness... aren't even at the Foundation Establishment stage!"

"Their aura has been concealed by some kind of top-tier magical artifact!"

The Thousand-Faced Scholar abruptly turned his head, staring intently at Granny Ming Gu, and said, word by word:

"They...are all at the peak of the Integration Stage, and there are also those five thousand black-armored puppets..."

As soon as the Thousand-Faced Scholar finished speaking, the deck of the Ten Thousand Bones Ghost Ship fell into a deathly silence.

All eyes were on the young man below who was eating sunflower seeds.

"Peak of the Fusion Stage?"

Granny Minggu was stunned for a moment.

She looked down at the square.

The shield of the Jade Disc of Creation was broken by the Thousand-Faced Scholar's secret technique.

The powerful aura emanating from Lin Mo and Luo Xue, which belonged to the peak of the Fusion Stage, finally leaked out slightly.

It wasn't just the two of them.

Even the masked woman next to him who hadn't spoken a word was actually at the peak of the Fusion stage.

Three peak-stage Fusion Realm cultivators?

Granny Minggu was first taken aback, then split her withered lips and let out a piercing laugh.

"So what if you're at the peak of your fusion stage?"

"Thousand Faces, you're really getting worse as you get older! There's an insurmountable chasm between the Integration Stage and the Mahayana Stage!"

"Even if the three of them are all at the peak of the Integration Stage, they are still ants that I can crush with a flick of my wrist before my Mahayana Stage Laws!"

Granny Minggu slammed her cane down heavily.

The overwhelming pressure of the early Mahayana stage poured down without reservation.

The air seemed to turn into mercury in an instant, so heavy that it was hard to breathe.

The scholar with a thousand faces frowned, holding his folding fan in front of his chest.

"Ming Gu, don't underestimate your enemy."

"That kid is too calm, and those five thousand black-armored puppets are definitely not simple. We'd better attack together and finish this quickly."

"Shut up!"

Granny Minggu wouldn't listen to a word she said.

Her mind was filled with Luo Xue's bloodline demonic body.

Once she drains Luo Xue dry, she can break through to the mid-stage of the Mahayana realm and even glimpse the threshold of the Tribulation Transcending stage.

How could she possibly let someone else have such an opportunity?

"Blood Butcher, you hold the line for me. I'll personally go and capture that witch!"

Blood Slaughter Ancestor clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking.

"Go and capture them. Those five thousand black-armored soldiers below are mine. I can't wait to turn them into blood corpses."

Granny Minggu leaped off the warship, her withered claws suddenly reaching out.

"The Great Vehicle Law, the Vengeful Hand of the Underworld!"

The eerie green poisonous gas rapidly condensed in the air.

A gigantic skeletal hand, hundreds of feet in size, appeared out of thin air, carrying a terrifying law that could corrode everything, and slammed down fiercely onto the temple platform.

Before the giant hand even landed, the stone slabs on the square were already sizzling from being corroded by the poisonous gas, turning into puddles of black water.

The former members of the Blood Demon Sect, who had retreated to the edge of the square, were so frightened that they collapsed to the ground.

This level of power is simply beyond their ability to contend with.

On the high platform.

Luo Xue stepped forward.

The true essence of the peak of the Integration Stage erupted, and a Nine Nether Demonic Image faintly appeared behind him.

"Husband, I'll hold her off." Luo Xue's voice was icy.

Lin Mo grabbed her wrist and pulled her back behind him.

"What are you blocking for? There's no reason for your wife to do rough work like fighting."

Lin Mo stood on the high platform, showing no intention of hiding.

He even cracked open another sunflower seed.

"Old woman, do you have some misunderstanding about the concept of the 'fusion period'?"

"Or do you think that 100,000 people you're leading is a lot?"

Lin Mo patted the sunflower seed shells off his hands.

With a flick of his wrist, a dark gold military token appeared in his palm.

The Demon Suppressing Talisman of the Prison.

Lin Mo's chaotic true essence, at the peak of the Integration Stage, surged wildly into the military talisman.

"Time to get out and work."

boom!

The military tally emitted a dazzling dark golden light.

The light shot straight into the sky, instantly tearing apart the blood-red gloom that filled the air.

The space around the plaza twisted violently, cracking open with huge void rifts.

Followed by.

Heavy footsteps echoed from the crack.

They were perfectly synchronized, and the ground shook.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Rows of heavily armored soldiers, wielding spears and black armor, surged out of the void like a black tide.

one thousand.

Five thousand.

Ten thousand.

Thirty thousand.

100,000!

A full 100,000 Prison Suppressing Asuras instantly covered the entire ruins of the Blood Demon Sect!

They had no breath, no heartbeat, only a pure killing intent.

The 100,000 Asuras have completed their formation.

The terrifying malevolent energy gathered together, transforming into a substantial black pillar of energy that shot straight into the sky.

The giant poisonous hand that Granny Minggu had slapped down was instantly shattered by the soaring evil energy before it even touched the platform.

"puff!"

With the laws broken, Granny Minggu suffered a backlash, spitting out a mouthful of black blood.

She hung in mid-air, her withered face twitching violently.

On the warship.

The folding fan in the Thousand-Faced Scholar's hand fell onto the deck with a "thud".

The fanaticism on Blood Slaughter Ancestor's face froze instantly.

The 300,000 disciples of the Soul Sect were so frightened that they retreated repeatedly, and their formation was thrown into chaos.

"This...this is impossible?"

Granny Minggu screamed in terror.

"One hundred thousand puppets at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage? That's absolutely impossible!"

Lin Mo stood on the high platform and stretched.

"Nothing is impossible."

"Asura, heed my command!"

Lin Mo raised his hand and pointed to the three enormous ghost ships of ten thousand bones in the sky.

"Those skeletons floating in the sky are such an eyesore."

"Tear them all down!"

Ten thousand Asuras simultaneously raised their battle halberds.

A dark red light flashed wildly on the halberd.

The leader took a step forward, his voice booming like thunder.

"kill!"